Be ye wise as serpents and as harmless as doves.
That’s pretty straightforward, even though in real life serpents are stupid, they will literally swallow their own tail on rare occasions, and doves aren’t harmless. As my denuded grape vines can attest.
I wonder if there is a symbolic meaning?
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I find in my notes the following quote
The pursuit of kleos is to internalize the judgment of a lofty tribe – to observe yourself from the perspective of historians & poets & try to create something that they will notice, & find inspiring & beautiful
if you live for kleos it matters very much *who* you want to remember your name
(From whom I have neglected to mention, perhaps twitter user EDJCB)
Kleos means glory.
Generally the people you want to admire you are the people you yourself admire. And you want them to admire you for who you are, not for a façade. (more…)
Oh, I say, dash it, have you seen the latest thing? Mugshots! What ho, what ho, what ho!
Many is the crime I have assayed to commit when conscience, the clarion voice of the angel within, whispered in my ear, “Bertram, what would your mother say if you were to be nabbed with your tie in its current less than perfect state? What price the mugshot, Bertram?”
To which I replied, “conscience, old bean, thumbs up and +1. You’ve struck the nail on the flat surface for which striking is ideal, viz, the head.”
A wealthy self-made entrepeneur was corralled by a fan. The fan had some interesting things to say about the entrepeneur’s work, which he said with great enthusiasm, and finally the rich man grinned and said, “ok, what’s the pitch? How much funding am I in for if I keep listening to you?”
The fan was sheepish. “I do have some things in mind,” he admitted, “but I want something even more valuable than your money. I want your time and advice.”
Wild rabbits lived in a warren. Irritated, a man built a wall all around them. They starved to death.
Who killed them?
Wild rabbits lived in a warren. A man built a wall around them and fed them. Over the years and generations they became quite gentle. They would eat out of his hand. He died, the rabbits starved to death.
Who killed them?
Wild rabbits lived in a warren. A man built a wall around them and fed them. Over the years and generations they became quite gentle. They would eat out of his hand. Another man got angry. He said to the first man, you have made these rabbits so that they will starve once you die unless someone else takes care of them. And you have made no provision for anyone to take care of them. He kicked over the wall and chased the rabbits into the wild. Trusting, they were eaten by predators. Incapable, they starved to death. All died.
Who killed them, the man who built the wall or the man who knocked it down?
I dreamed I found my way to the hidden part of California. Its below San Diego and its a landscape of brushy tangled hills where the sea pounds against rocky pinnacles under a lowering sky. No one lives there but there is a road that winds in and out down the coast. When you find your way there, at the beginning there is a roadhouse perched on the rocks above the sea. Other than that there is no inhabitant.
A young man is hiking in the rocky hills when he comes across a small stream he didn’t remember. He follows it to a small waterfall that shimmers. Behind the curtain of the water he can see glimpses of a cave. As the day is warm, he decides to see. He splashed down into the stream and to the fall.
When he wakes up, the landscape outside is changed. It seems lusher at first glimpse. Also inhabited, albeit lightly.
He has a few weird conversations with scattered people he runs across in oddly accented English. He has read a lot of science fiction and knows a few things so he quickly concludes that he has been transported to the future. It turns out his conclusion is correct. (more…)
Paul’s Letter to the Romans, ch. 13, v. 1
Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God: the powers that be are ordained of God.
He then goes on to talk about how great the civil authorities are. It reminds me of the line from the Church’s vax letter about how the public health authorities were wise and competent, something like that.
The odd thing is that Paul himself had contrary experience. He seems to have generally had a positive experience with the civil authorities on his missionary journeys. But then in his last journey to Jerusalem though the authorities rescued him they also didn’t let him go once they realized there was no case against him. He got held for a long time for a bribe, thrown into chains to please the Jews, and held even longer and then sent to Rome despite no legal requirement that he be so held in an act of bureaucratic buck-passing. Hardly a fantastic record. And then he was murdered while in Rome, though naturally that was after he wrote the letter. Not to mention Pilate framing up Christ and having him executed without trial because of political pressure from the Jews.
Make of it what you will.
I have a different way of reading v.1.
CS Lewis has a great riff in the Screwtape Letters. He talks about the common experience we all have of a temptation intensifying as if it were a pressure building up. He says that the devilish tactic in that situation is to convince you to sin a little to “let off the pressure” before it gets too strong.
Of course the whole metaphor of sinning as bleeding off temptation pressure is wrong. The temptation grows when you feed it.
Now let me tell you a story. By the end your respect for ol G. will diminish a little.
We share a building with several other concerns. One of them, I gather, is a little peculiar. It’s been around for awhile, at least two generations, and they are very tightknit. They have a table with a display they put up in a sort of common lobby area that we all share but that is not open to the public. The centerpiece has a very old battle drum, a real relic from way back when, that it seems was important to the founder of that concern and has ongoing significance to it today. They treat it with a lot of reverence.
There is a drumstick on the display next to the drum.
Yesterday the Lovely One told me she was stuck on Paul’s teaching Romans that we were coheirs with Christ. Contrast with Christ in the premortal councils saying that the glory would be all the Father’s. So what exactly does Christ have that we can inherit with him?
My off the cuff response was that Christ disclaiming payment doesn’t prevent him getting gifts and that anyway glory isn’t a commodity. Glory is earned respect and ironically Christ being willing to save us for pure love without reward means even more glory accrues to him.
My daughters met me this morning with a chorus of, “Dad, Dad, we wanted to get out of weeding so bad we fasted for rain on Sunday and prayed for it every night. ”
It was raining. We didn’t weed.
In theory we have the right of rebellion. But that is only theory. But it is fascinating to see cultures that DO have such a right.
And no, if any one asks or suggests, I think that is WRONG for us. We should be working within the system, in spite of how badly the system may be working. In spite of the fact the Constitution is hanging by finer and finer threads.
As I said recently, we need to better understand and explain the doctrine of Gender and Family. This, by way of rebuke, clarifies Righteous Masculinity, to me. — I remember this as a powerful and insightful discussion… but that is all I remember. But I promise it is deep! I need to see this again.
You have heard of Cocaine Bear, and we just had Shark Week. I give you Cocaine Sharks!
I noticed a bunch of posters sprouting all over the house. “Vote [X] for President!”
Me: You are running for President?
X: I am running for Student Body President.
Me: You’re homeschooled.
X: I know!
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Fantastic summary of great information on the Old Testament world view. I wish I had this last year for the OT.
One great thing about family is people who think differently than you but who are close enough to you that the line of their thought crosses yours often.
CS Lewis’ First Friend and Second Friend are types.